This story was narrated to a very close friend over a g talk chat window. May not have all nuances.

A simple chat story

i'll tell u a story

a girl dresses up and leaves her house

she's expecting somebody's arrival

she gets out of her hut and locks her house. She`s carrying a plastic bag with something covered in it.

she reaches a prominent place

she waits.

she is reminded of her childhood friend

she travels to those days when she was innocent

she gets these small crabs as gifts from this boy

who slowly develops a liking towards her

she is reminded of all those innocent deed of that eight year old boy trying to impress a six year old girl

she wakes from her memory with the sound of a bus horn

she looks at all those people who get off the bus

disappointed she goes back to her memories

she is ten

and the guy is twelve

a known rascal in their small sea side village

the old innocent guy who tired to impress her has vanished

he is a new wannabe trying hard to find a place in the list of the legendary goons and thugs of his village

he is changed

he wants to prove something to his village

he in the process begins to get rough with her

the more rough he gets

the more she is fond of him

she loved to be hurt by him

she loves to tease him and in the process get pushed by him and ultimately get bruised

one rainy noon he knocks at her door

she opens to find him crying

wailing out loudly he confesses to her that he has killed a man

blood from the knife was slowly getting washed off the rain

she is shocked

unable to move

a group of guys rush there and pull him out of her house

she is shocked

A tea cup placed next to her on the stone

she`s woken by the sound of the glass.

the tea shop guy gives a nasty smile and asks if she was free that night

in no mood for nonsense she stares back

he pulls a bad joke at her.

the villagers who stood laughed

another night he knocks the door

the girl opens to find the boy turned to an animal

He rushes in with knife and stabs it on her father's body

he repeats it twelve times

to be sure that he was dead he cuts his throat

the girl helplessly cried

cried and cried

she is a girl in a village of out laws

forced to prostitution

the last bus stops

the girl in the present looks on

one man steps out of the bus

he was more sober than what he was

the animal instinct in his eyes were gone

he was looking old and faded

looking at her he never realised

she opens the plastic cover and takes a sling made with a brick at the end of it

she swings that sling on her hand

delivering a nasty blow on his cheek

he spits blood

he does not move or defend

she swings again to hit on his forehead leaving a large scar with blood oozing from it

she bashed with all the energy she had in her

he fell on the road tired and weary

bleeding on the road

with a last bit of breath and energy

she give on last blow

it falls on his back

she drops the sling

he lay on the road like a helpless dog

she with tears filled eyes looks at him

the vengeance slowly disappears

she falls down on she takes him on her thigh and hugs him

she showers his bleeding face with kisses

kisses to mark those days she missed him

those days she hated him

those days she hated herself

to have loved him

to continue loving him

she makes him stand on his feet with her support and takes him back home.